"Possibly Mandalorian." Diseh looked at him. "One of the more skilled bounty hunters I see." He retracted his lightsaber. "Raziel you said?" He then walked over back to his swoop. "First I want to know how you got aboard the Ebon Hawk?" Diseh twisted the gears.

Diseh looked up at the now helmetless Mandalorian. "I can't say that I havn't heard of you it's just I kill almost anything that I run into."

Diseh continued to work on the swoop. "This is the Ebon Hawk, I... barrowed it from a friend." He got up, and started the swoop. There was a loud roar. "Works fine now." He turned it off. "Go and talk to Shalya she might find you intresting. She's in the cockpit." Diseh lead the way.

((Awsome.))

"My name is Diseh." Diseh sat down in the chair. "Shayla you have us on the course to Nar Shaddaa still right?"

Shayla whistled at hearing the name. "Yeah, I've got us set." she said, "Who's the new guy?"

[color=deepskyblue]Len thought for a moment, according to the infrared readings, the Holocron was surrounded by laser motion sensors. "I'll never be able to pull that thing out without triggering an alarm." he though. "Unless...

Mind if I join? I've done a good bit of Battlefront 2 in my time!

Name: Sector Margrave Xarka

Species: Falleen

Proffession: Ex-Hutt Mercenery, now a self-proclaimed governor of an outer rim sector of space

Age: 124

Faction: Fringe (part of a mob that controlled a portion of the Outer Rim trade routes)

Appearance: Traditional Falleen, green skin, reptilian characteristics. Has a scar on his arm where a power surge onboard his ship's computer erupted.

Backround: A Falleen noble, cast away from his society for his crimes. He joined a smuggler group. He was ruthless, and when the Te'ean-il-su gangsters captured the smuggling ring, he deserted his old affiliation and sided with the gangsters. For his work as a mercenary and an assasin, he was given a sector of the gang's territory to rule over as Sector Margrave.

Weapon: (Melee) Falleen dagger (Long range) Rail-gun

Talents: Skills of an assasin, pheromone control, hacking

Xarka gazed out over the clouds. Today was like every day on this planet. Warm, sunny and cloudy.

Ord Ilbanna was a gas giant, so it was covered in clouds. Xarka found the constant repition incredibly dull. Sure, it was an easy job. He just stayed onboard the casinos and bars near the major port, and he authorized missions and trade for his underlings.

That was what got him down. He yearned for the old days, when he was a soldier of fortune. The excitement of the hunt, the kill. He sighed. At least he had this job. Sector Margrave was a high honor that Te'ean-il-su bestowed on only the best of it's members.

He had control of a dozen systems, and they were all as depressing as this one.

Xarka took another sip of his Alderaanian wine and watched the tibanna miners shuttling back and forth between the hover platforms.

Another ordinary day on Ord Ibanna. Or at least, so far it was.

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The noise of a bar full of rich patrons petered out as a siren blared through the speakers.

"Unidentified battleships have entered our airspace! Yellow Alert!"

Xarka rolled his eyes and continued his drink. The port staff got jumpy over the slightest problem.

Suddenly, a staccato of gunfire pierced the roof. The people fled in terror towards their cloud cars. Xarka stood astomished, then took control of his emotions. A Falleen never displays emotion, he reminded himself.

Outside, the strange ships were battering away at the port's defences. The miners tried to fight back, but were met with a hail of flame.

Xarka dashed to his suite. He had fought enough wars to know that the enemy would attack the docks first, so he might as well pick up some equipment. As he ran, he wondered who was attacking. It couldn't be the Republic, they had different ships.

In his room, he grabbed a vicious-looking dagger and stuffed it into his belt. He then unlocked a cupboard and retrieved a medium-sized rifle. To an onlooker, it was a standard blaster, but Xarka knew it's real power.

He grabbed a few more bits of junk and turned to leave the room when a huge explosion wracked the building. Suddenly, it began to sink.

"Damn!" he yelled, "The repulsorlifts!"

The bar was floating downwards, ever so slowly...

Shayla whistled. "Raziel Zeraii." she repeated, impressed, "You've made quite a name for yourself." she smirked, "Of course, not QUITE as much as mine, but you're getting there." she laughed. "Shayla Jace." she introduced herself, giving a little bow.

She grinned. "Let me guess. My bounty notice?" she laughed. "Which one is it? I'm personally partial to the exchange bounty myself, they really want me dead."

Shayla chuckled. "Ah, yes. I'd almost forgotten about Jooba." she said fondly, "His tail's a few inches shorter at this point than it ought to be." when he pulled out his blaster, she laughed. "There's not a man alive that could kill me like that with a blaster." she told him. She pulled out her lightsaber and twirled it. "Ex-jedi, if you recall. I can dodge blaster bolts." she brought the blade to his throat for a moment before turning it off and replacing it on her belt. "And if I found you anywhere other than this ship, I might have had to cash in on the Republic bounty on your own head." she smiled wickedly at him. "So don't get cocky."

"****" Shayla hissed, "Diseh, sounds like your holocron got stolen." She smiled wickedly. "This is one bounty that I'm going to enjoy collecting."

((Sry guys Miasma's house is a tecnological desert. Lol Jk.))

"Len, never heard of him, but Kooramarr the Hutt is a name I know to well." Diseh placed his hand on his face. "Where gona have to chance after that goon."

Diseh sat down, and thought. "Let's continue to Nar Shaddaa, and we'll go from there. We'll be able to sense him better there."

"Continue forward, but for now I shall rest." Diseh got up, and walked back to his private quarters. He punched the wall, as lightning shot of in all directions at the center of the blow. "Fools! No one shall triffle with my belongings and get away."

He sat down and began to meditate.

Shayla laughed at the question. "Didn't have many choices, now, did I?" she asked, "A jedi during the civil war. I started out running supplies and whatnot to my fellow jedi in hiding, but as they died off, I realized I liked the work. Plus, I already had bounties on my head from being a jedi, so I didn't have much to lose."
She raised an eyebrow at him, "What about you, Mandy?"

Diseh went into his meditative state, and began. He was trying to produce a trail, from Nar Shaddaa. He could see something, of a trail from Kooramarr's hideout. He looked deeper, and found something that belonged to Len.

Diseh got up. Can't run forever.

Shayla snorted. "Republic idiots." she said, "And their council of idiots that stands with them until they have a chance to do something worthwhile. Then they sit on their butts and say that it is not the Force's will." she shook her head. "I thank my lucky stars everyday I had an excuse to leave."